Welcome to the portfolio of Michael Andrés Herrera
New poetry every week.
Latest Poem
Mariner
I awake to the gentle, rhythmic tide of your breath
Pressed to the nape of your neck, clasping the steady wheel of your breast,
I set sail between consciousness and sleep,
Adrift on this restful morn, with you I have everything I could ever want,
Everything I could possibly need.
And yet I am but a brittle, thankless mariner…
Featured Poem
Sparrows of the Mound
A new cold morn
Pivots around a tidy cottage,
Built upon primrose, dog mercury and bluebells.
The meady glow from the window
Graces the mound from which it observes.
Crystalline yet sap-like, its light beckons forth…
Other Selected Poems
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Little Mocchi-Mocchi
Little Mocchi-Mocchi is a cuddly thing
With plump button cheeks and a cutesy tuft of fur.
It flops and waves its grabby little mitts
As it dances and sings,
Joyful and hungry for adventure
Like the little darling princess that wills it to life…
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Student
It is entombed within a stubborn crust, beyond a pale mantle
Of infamous density and mettle, a thunderous meteor can only hope to scratch.
Therein rests a soft dim glow, unaware of the fort that encases
And repels the most valiant of incursions…
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Box
It appears one day, wheeled with inconvenient burden,
Thrown haplessly onto the laboratory floor
Besides the carcinogens and flammables-
Stains and all-
With hefty indifference…
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Between Thoughts
From the whistling hills of a thousand empty thoughts
folding and creasing into itself.
The skies flow with rivers that cannot sit still,
Bedrocks open to a cloudless silver mist
blanketing the meadow blossom…
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Draining
The clock’s face stares in pale, paternal bemusement,
His arms judge, phasing
Through frustration;
Through confusion;
To resignation…
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Where I Won't Be Found
I bury my head in a patchwork frame
Of metal and silk earth,
Knitted tightly, sewn with hyphae…